Posts Tagged ‘God’

Dateline: Rexburg, ID, Center of Totality. Where is Everyone? Revolutionary IMprov Haiku

August 20, 2017

Eclipse sunglasses, Rexburg, Idaho, Great American Eclipse August 2017Remember that time/
God held a solar eclipse/
And no one showed up?

Knowing Who I Am: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

April 2, 2016

Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.

Meteor Shower Tonight: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 12, 2015

Dear God: I ached in/
Seattle’s clouds for decades./
Show me clear night skies.

Seeing In Holy Places: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

October 7, 2014

Standing in holy/
places lets me see the view/
God wants me to have.

What If God Is A Jazz Musician? – Update / Extended Version: Revolutionary Iambic Slam-Length Poem

October 5, 2014

Back in high school I read a science report that stated that radio waves coming from Pulsars, Quarks, and other astrological entities portrayed very sophisticated Jazz beats and rhythms. I wrote a poem, then, which I can’t find… but this is a rewrite that still asks the same question.
— The first and last part of this piece was written in 2009, and can be found here, in an earlier part of my blog.

In order to make it “Slam Poetry” length, I added some new thoughts and ideas about the music we hear in Nature.

The Quasars
and Pulsars
from dying sparks
of Quarks
and black holes
playing in the dark
form bang, bang,
do wop, bang
rhythms
and be bop bang
syncopated rhymes
in do wop, bang re bop
three-quarter time
on radio
do whop bang discs
in bang bang do whop bang Puerto
bang bang do whop bang
Rico
and bang bang do whop bang
New Mex
ico.

Or you can take the A-Train
To Central Park,
and hear some jazz refrain
before dark,

For surely/
some boy and girl Squirrley
will rhythmic chat
That’s as natural as a scat
From any bar
In Har
Lem.

Or hear the music of the trees
when winter thaws to spring
as they’re moved by the breeze.
Yeah, they got that swing!

Just get out of your car,
And lie down anywhere.
Step out of that bar/
to hear nature’s grooved aire.

The birds,
The bees,
the waves I hear
On distant seas.

Even the rhythm of your heart
And the shufflin’ of your feet.
From your life’s very start:
It carries that cosmic beat.

You feel it,
hear it,
dance to it,
groove on it.

Everywhere you go.
You know.
It’s got that flow.
So …
What if God

bang bang do whop bang
IS a Jazz Musician?
Man?
AND
the Universe
Is His Big
Gig,
Dig?

The Adversary Versus Me + God: Revolutionary Email Haiku

June 24, 2014

The Adversary/
may make you feel foolish, but/
that’s why God made me.

Who Gives Blessings? Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

June 12, 2014

I do not depend/
on anyone for blessings/
except me and God.

Appropriate Prayer Timing: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

May 18, 2014

God wants to hear from/
me, but not when I’m sitting/
on porcelain thrones!

Who Sees Fleeting Beauty: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

March 14, 2014

Frost patterns on UTA bike lockers, Provo, Utah Station, 8:15 a .m.A bike locker is/
His canvas. Frost is His paint./
Who sees His cool art?

Click on the photo to see the frost patterns close up!

The Same Source On Christmas: Revolutionary Haiku

December 25, 2013

The Cathedral’s Priest/
and I got the same message./
must be the same Source.
OR
The Cathedral’s Priest/
and I sing the same joy song,/
from the same Source: God.